دانلود رمان انگلیسی “دنیای خراب ما”

Searching for a novel with that warning written on the belly band1, I entered my sister’s room. Yorutsuki’s room was the size of eight and a half tatami mats. Despite being wider than the average room of a second year high school student, it was surrounded by bookshelves on all four sides, so, along with a full sized bed, the area you could actually see felt closer to four tatami mats. Since violent scenes are more common in popular literature than in pure literature, for starters, I went toward the second bookshelf on my left, the bookshelf dedicated to entertainment novels. Looking at the covers of the books and confirming their titles, if there happened to be a title I was interested in, I would take it out. My pet theory is that if the title of a book is lame, its writing will end up being lame too. Translated books from overseas aren’t exempt from this, either. A good translator is only fitting for a good writer; Salinger is a good example of this. Some bad examples also happen to come to mind, but for the time being I will refrain from mentioning them. Anyhow, I can’t imagine that there are writers dull enough to be unable to pay attention to the title, which is literally a book’s most noticeable feature. How could an author like that be able to write anything that could strike my heart. How could I believe that? Although, on the other hand, there are a fair number of works that put all they have in their titles and, more often than not, it leads to the content itself suffering instead. In the end, it’s all the same; what is really important is to find a sense of balance between these two aspects. I was trying to find something with a similar composition to Boy and Girl2. A Farewell to Arms. The Improvisatore. The eight volumes of Records of The Three Kingdoms. The Taming of the Shrew. However, I’d read A Farewell to Arms in middle school, and did it really belong on the entertainment shelf? Definitely not. That Yorutsuki, it seemed like she’d once again changed the arrangement of the books without consulting me. I noticed that there were a lot of books from the Iwanami publishing house…… was she separating them by publisher again? While thinking about that, I made a round around the room and confirmed the contents of every bookshelf. I see, this time she sorted them based on the color of the book’s spine. Taking a step back, it was plain to see. Sorting them by genres, sorting them by publishers, sorting them by authors, sorting them by volume (height X length X number of pages), Yorutsuki’s bookshelf sorting was more of an art than a hobby at this point. I wonder if that was actually fun? It probably was. For each book, thinking “this book belongs here”, “that book goes there”, recalling memories from when you read them, reminding yourself of your impressions of them.